You're in your cooking class. You have always been good at cooking or so your teacher says. You see this as a good thing mostly. Other than the fact that you are always paired up with the worst cooks so you can help them. And today there is a new transfer student from England.
"'Ello. My name is Arthur Kirkland. I'm pleased to meet you all." he says to the class. The teacher tells him to take any available seat. The only empty one happens to be beside you. The blonde male takes his seat.
"Okay class. We're going to be making pancakes today. (name), you pair up with Arthur so you can explain what we're doing. Everyone else, choose your partners." you sigh and turn to the English boy beside you.
"So, are you good at cooking?" you ask him.
"O-of course! I'm a great chef! One of the best!" he says as though you somehow insulted him. You can't help but love his accent. It makes him sound so... gentlemanly.
"Okay, good. Then let's get started." you say, tying back your (hair length)(hair color) hair back. You lead him over to your station, which has an oven, stove, sink, and ingredients for the dish your working on along with a recipe. "Let's see... one cup of buttermilk." you read of the recipe. Arthur pours it in the bowl. So far so good. "Two eggs." He cracks the eggs in and manages to drop the whole shell in along with it. You sigh and fish out the bits and pieces of the shell. "Next, a cup of sugar." you read. He pours in a cup and somehow manages to make a huge explosion of sugar dust everywhere. "Maybe I should put the ingredients in." you say.
"No! A pretty girl like... I-I mean, I'll do it. You read the recipe." he shutters. You look at him curiously. You realize just how clear his emerald eyes are. How shiny and soft his messy golden hair looks. You look away quickly. 'Gosh, I hope I'm not turning red...' you think. You noticed he turned away as well.
"F-fine." you reply. You jump when you feels Arthur's hand on your head. "W-what the heck was that!?" you say, slapping his hand away.
"There was sugar in your hair." he says, turning to the bowl.
"Oh, um... thanks." you say. "Next ingredient is... flour. Two cups of it." you read and look around your station. "Oh, seems like the teacher forgot to set that up for us. I'll go get it." You walk over to the cupboard and take out a bag of flour. On your way back to your station, your eyes meets Arthur's. You trip over seemingly nothing. You feel an arm catch you on your way down, but the flour goes everywhere You look up and see that Arthur caught you. "O-oh! I dropped the flour!" you say, flustered You push him out of the way and grab a broom. While wiping up the mess, you glimpse at Arthur to find he's staring at you. Once again, your (eye color) eyes meet his. Your heart skips a beat and you look away as he walks over to you
"You twit. Let me clean this mess of yours up." he says, taking the broom from you. "How did you trip over thin air?"
"I got distracted..."
"Uh... the smell of cooking pancakes?" you say, obviously lying. Arthur chuckles for some reason.
"Well, okay." he says, finishing up the cleaning and throwing out the flour that was on the floor.
******************** later, after school *************
You're at your locker, trying to remember all your homework. You see your cooking class homework and automatically think of the Brit. 'I... I think I have a crush on him...' you think, but try to shake the thought out of your head unsuccessfully You're snapped out of your fantasy when a jacket hits your head. You turn to find you best friend, (friends name), standing behind you.
"Hey, (name, preferably nickname that you hate)!" he/she says. You throw the jacket back at her/him.
"Hey." you reply.
"You look in a daze." they say, staring at you. You avoid eye contact. "And you're blushing." You know what's coming next. "Oh, oh! Do you have... a crush on someone?" they ask tauntingly. There it is.Your friend can always read your mind. You shake your head.
"Of course not! I'm just... tired." you respond, closing your locker and zipping up your coat. He/she laughs.
"You've always been a horrible liar, you know." they say. "So, who is it? Alfred? Ivan? Gilbert?" they start rattling off every single boy in the grade, you shaking your head at each one. "But who's left?" they say, and think for a second. "Oh... Oh, don't tell me! You have a crush on that Brit? The new kid?" they ask. Your face goes red but you shake your head furiously. "Oh, you so totally do!" they say, punching you arm playfully. They turn and smile like the Cheshire cat. You peek around them to see why,and see Arthur walking down the hallway. You squeak and put your hood up, pulling the stings. This makes the over sized hood close around your face Your friend giggles as Arthur walks by, looking at you curiously. "Smooth." they chuckle.
"Sh-shut up." you say, walking away.
At the exit of the school, you're mentally slapping yourself. The one day you don't have your umbrella, and it just happens to rain. "Well, time to make a dash for it." you say to yourself, and run through the schoolyard. You slip and land face-first in the mud. You groan and stand up. You trudge over to a tree to sit under, hoping you can wait out the downpour. The tree provides little cover, since it's autumn and most of the leaves have fallen. You hug your legs and rest your head on them. Then you realize you don't feel any raindrops pelting you. You look up to see a Union Jack umbrella over you. Looking down a bit, you see Arthur.
"Why are you sitting out here in the rain?" he asks, sitting next to you, getting his rear end covered in mud just like yours.
"I forgot my umbrella. I was hoping to wait out the storm." you say.
"You twit." he chuckles. You both just sit there. not saying anything. You look at the grey sky.
"Why did you bring your umbrella? It was supposed to be sunny today." you eventually ask.
"Are you kidding? I'm from the UK. We're always ready for rain." he says. You nod. Once again, you two sit with just the sound of the rain resounding around you. Arthur breaks the melody of the drops. "I... I could walk you home. I have my umbrella right here, so I could keep you dry..." he offers. You blush and look at him.
"You would do that?" you ask.
"Of course! I mean, it would be rude to leave you here in the rain." he says, standing up. He reaches down a gloved hand. You look up at him. A single ray of sun shines down on him, making his hair gleam like a halo above his kindly smiling face. You smile and take his hand.
On your street, you finally say something after walking for 30 minutes in silence. "Umm, Arthur..." he looks at you. "We can do this again. I mean, like, walking home together." you stutter. Arthur smiles.
"Yes, I think that would be lovely." he replies, walking you to your door. You stare at each other for a long time. Or, at least, it felt like a long time. Arthur turns a light shade of pink, but it's nothing compared to your tomato of a face. "It's cold, isn't it." he says. You nod. "W-well, here's something to keep you warm tonight." he says, and pulls you into a hug. You gasp, but then you hug him back. It most certainly is warm, like hugging a big stuffed teddy bear. All too soon, you let go. Your heart feels like a fairy, dancing and flitting about. "I'll see you on Monday, love." he says, waving and walking down your steps. You smile and nod. As you open your door, you realize the rain has stopped. And you feel warm. Oh so very warm. Just like freshly baked pancakes.